You Can Keep Your Playthings.
Copyright, 1895, by National Music Co.
Words by Arthur J. Lamb. Music by H. H. Tuiele.
A sweet little boy and a dear little maid
Were playing one day in a garden's cool shade;
They rode in a wheel-harrow, plajed with their toys,
And lived in the pleasure of youth and its joys;
But growing quite weary, the boy, half to tease.
Took little May's doll, which he broke at the knees:
The young girl, heart-broken, with checks burning red,
Said, "Give me my playthings," And then the boy said:
"You can keep your playthings, they're no good to me;
I don't want your playthings, since so mean you'll be;
Silly little girls like you, silly things will do;
You can keep your playthings, And I don't like you."
The little boy's mother came out in the yard,
And saw the young girl there a-crying so hard;
She took the young girl and said. "There, do not cry,
To-morrow another new doll I will buy."
The little boy then took the hand of the miss,
And settled future friendship with many a kiss;
The girl got a new doll the very next day,
And never, no never, the boy has to gay:- Chorus.